The format is preprogrammed, planned, assembled,
A finished product before presentation
And I listened…listened well
But there was so much that remained to be said
The enormous view-screen in the background
plastered imax sized images to correspond to the music and the message
We all sung together…
But there was something missing?
I was caught up in the euphoria the feigned transcendence
The illumination of overhead fluorescence
The suggested essence
Found only the conspicuous absence of presence
The pastor is a stranger to me
He has given me books he’s written
In beautiful pictures, intimate glimpses of his home life and family
I tried to get close to this experience
Made some purchases at the table
The one outside before entering inside
But when I got home those things had lacked the luster of the moment
i placed the Pastor’s book beside my bible
and it seemed perverse after i had done so.
i felt shame and repented
“if you are ashamed of me then I will be ashamed of you”
And if there is no longer condemnation in Christ
how could i be convicted of conscience in the spirit
unless something were amiss?
i am not ashamed to confess Christ as my Saviour and Redeemer.
This was a church named “freedom”
that i had attended
Therein I panted desperately to be refreshed
Than when I had first arrived
i have heard and have been told numerous times over the years
“church is what you make it”
i respectfully decline any role in such a construct of man
Jesus i choose to follow you.
church is not
“what we make it”
can we make anything good?
this is a lie.
19 And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God.
church is not ours to “make” or “unmake”
Regardless of where we might find ourselves at any “given” moment.
One fly…is not a plague
neither is one frog
just as one grasshopper is not a plague.
But in a swarm,
the seemingly benign and non-threatening
by actions change to “plague”
Anthony Gomez, Moncks Corner S.C.
A question is “posed”
And it seems innocent enough on the surface
And anything on the surface is light enough to float
But tethered beneath the surface are waterlogged intentions
And they are connected one with the other as a whole
Mimickry of an “iceberg” effect
But more deadly for an iceberg can be seen from afar
Not yet sunk to the bottom
But somewhere floundering in a limbo midway between top and bottom
An unseen maritime hazard waiting for another impact from the hull of a ship
a siren’s call sweet and tender to lonesome, weary, unwary, sojourners
I am reminded of when Jesus was once “posed” a question by the Pharisees
And Jesus responded with a question of His own.
Saying: first answer me this, then I will answer you.
And now I ask…
What is it that you seek?
When all has already been given to you, for you?
And now another question…
Why did the Gadarene seeing Jesus from afar,
Run to Jesus…
Instead of away from?
Answer my question within yourself
And I will answer yours.
Nevermind, the answer was given,
In the question itself.
If you cannot see,
What is right before your nose,
Why do you seek what is afar?
One more question…
Was Jesus a “mute king”
as he stood before Herod
Hidden from view was…
The seething fire yet to come,well restrained behind his humble obedient eyes
HIS SILENCE SPOKE INCOMPREHENSIBLE, UNFATHOMABLE, DIVINE, VOLUMES!
Such will not be so…
When next HE speaks.
Satan has a special pinball machine in hell,
reserved for walking bibles,
aimlessly bouncing back and forth between bumpers
too puffed up (leavened) to fall between the narrow way of the flippers
“(10) Then saith Pilate unto him, Speakest thou not unto me? knowest thou not that I have power to crucify thee, and have power to release thee? (11) Jesus answered, Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above: therefore he that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin.”
Why did Jesus fold His burial cloth after His resurrection?
Sometimes ya’ gotta’ get outta’ church…to find church, Amen!
Jesus said: “follow me”
Originally posted on Done with Religion:
My wife and I have for years ‘gone to church’ Sunday after Sunday. We sat in a pre-planned service, being entertained, listening to one person tell us what God was saying, and looking at the back of the head of the person sitting quietly in front of us.
Each week we sat there, not having the opportunity to say what was on our minds, no chance to talk and get to know our brothers and sisters sitting all around us. We were told we were having good fellowship and teaching, learning more about God each week.
Truthfully, we were getting so tired of this religious social club environment. We were not getting anything out of this experience, and we certainly were not putting anything into it…..other than our money when the offering basket went past. We have become tired of the religious enterprise with its pre-planned services, the CEO and…
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